March 11, 2007

February 04, 2007

The only remaining symptom of my monkey disease is a very persistent cough. I just left a concert at intermission because I could NOT stop coughing. Being stuck on stage with a hacking cough is torturous. Trying not to cough is a terrible feeling. Today I just gave up and now I am at home planning, Operation: Kill Cough.

The thing about this cough that is particularly annoying is that it much, MUCH worse when I talk or laugh. Sadly, any type of hardy laughter is dooming me to about ten minutes of uncontrollable barking. When I am sitting quietly at home alone, my cough is manageable- but as soon as I start interacting with my friends all hell breaks loose.

I have the next three days off from work. Unfortunately, I think my only course of action is to stay at home and avoid talking and laughing. This totally blows because talking and laughing are two of my favorite activities. It will be a boring few days.

The good news about this is that now I have an excuse to stay home and watch the Puppy Bowl all day, with absolutely no pretense of watching the game.

January 25, 2007

Dude. I have just had five weeks off. Five weeks in which I frequently berated myself for sitting around doing essentially nothing. Five. weeks. off.

Today, on what would have been my triumphant return to the working world, I had to call in sick.

I am not the type to call in sick very often, but I have one of those hacking, phlegmy colds. I don't even feel that bad except for that I can't sleep because of the barking cough, and my throat is an angry tube of despair. But I am so gross. The sniffling and the rasping are not the sort of symptoms that stand partners appreciate. I hate it when I have to sit next to the obviously ill at work, so I thought it was only fair that I spare my coworkers the discomfort.

December 01, 2006

I was just talking to Ashley on the phone. We were both sort of bitching and being grumpy together. She started singing this song "I Hate Everyone". I decided I needed to get off the phone so I could figure out how to put the song on my blog. As we were hanging up we had this conversation:

October 13, 2006

I would just like to say that living without electricity is totally lame.

The power outages in Buffalo are fairly random. By my very unscientific calculations, I would guess that about eighty percent of Buffalo is without electricity. It all depends on if a branch fell on your power-line. I have no electricity because multiple branches fell on my power-line, but the restaurant across the street has full power.

I'd like to offer my thanks and appreciation to the bartenders at Cecilia's restaurant. Tonight I wandered across the street and plugged my cell phone, ipod, and laptop into their outlets. Thanks guys! You didn't have to let me do that, and I appreciate your good neighbor generosity. I had a great time at Cecilia's tonight. Not only did I recharge all of my hardware, but I made friends with some fellow electrically-challenged Western New Yorkers.

One of the things that you have to hate about Buffalo is the freaky weather, but one of the things you have to love about Buffalo is how everyone comes together during rough times. I love that I can walk into a bar full of strangers, unshowered and cranky, and walk out with a couple of new friends and a solid wine buzz. Buffalo may not be the most cosmopolitan place, but it sure is friendly.

On a totally unrelated note, I would like to say that I find it absurd that the electricity and my HEAT are connected. I can accept that I will be living in darkness for four days, but the lack of heat is just retarded. This is America for pete's sake. Stupid nature.

September 27, 2006

One of my greatest frustrations in life is that plastic thing they put on the top of the new deodorant. It is impossible to get that thing off. Every time I buy a new deodorant I fly into a blind rage trying to remove that horrible plastic guard.

Usually, after my fingers start to bleed from the prying, I resort to using my teeth. Biting doesn't actually work either, and it really hurts. The most annoying part of this process is reading the directions on the deodorant which say "twist to remove guard". I have twisted that effing thing until tears of frustration were streaming down my cheeks. TWISTING DOESN'T WORK.

I hate that little plastic thing so much. My hatred of that plastic thing is so intense, that I have seriously considered writing angry letters to deodorant manufacturers. Angry letters, full of cursing.

September 20, 2006

6 hours in car driving back and forth from Buffalo to Olean.4 education concerts performed (two more to go).1 ginger peach candle burned.67 times I've cried during Grey's Anatomy season 2.3 delicious items prepared in my kitchen by me.2 more days until I find out if I have E coli.1 brand new audition book lost1 day I decided to knit instead of practice due to the loss of my book3 feet of baby blanket knit.3 beloved friends that I think about everyday, but I have not talked to in weeks.7 more days until payday.108 times I've changed my mind about the number of auditions to take.

2-Day Forecast

67% chance of near future crying98.3% chance of practicing71% chance of proper blogging62% chance that I will cook something tasty3% chance that Alex Blumberg will get in touch1% chance that I eat spinach57% chance I will go on a hike